Beorn Hallow/Series

Beorn Hallow is a Fantendo - Drive minseries that takes place before the events of Fantendo Smash Bros. Victory. It follows Unten as he explores the underground tunnel that he found Fenne in. Along the way, he will find strange new allies and foes alike and one of the biggest mysteries he's ever stumbled upon.

Unten: I probably shouldn't have told you I love you when you were in the hospital, recovering from a surgery. I was just... scared I guess. I felt like I had to say it now or never. And that was really shitty of me because I put you in a terrible spot about it.

Rachel: Unten...

Rachel sighs.

Rachel: Look, those were the best things anyone's ever said about me. Even if I didn't feel the same way, I do feel like it made me feel better after the surgery.

Unten: Really?

Rachel: ...yeah.

Unten: That makes me feel better about the whole thing, I guess.

Rachel: ...shit.

Unten: What?

Rachel: I'm not gonna be there for your birthday or anything. I've got... something going on and I gotta leave town and...

Unten: It's fine.

Rachel: Is it though?

Unten: Yes, it's fine.

Rachel: I should probably tell you what it's for.

Unten: Hm?

Rachel: It's a small modeling gig. They based an entire clothing line off some of us. There's like a Reese jacket, an Unten hoodie, a lot of Leah stuff. I think Leah has already a line of clothes but this is supposed to have like influences of us in those Leah things?

Unten: That's great to hear!

Rachel: You're not mad?

Unten: Why would I be?

Rachel: Right. I just thought you might be offended you didn't know about it.

Unten: Nah.

Rachel: Well, it was nice talking to you.

Rachel walks towards to her apartment. Unten walks toward his own apartment and heads inside and sits on the couch, not bothering to turn on the lights.

Unten: Ugh.

Unten looks fairly glum as he walks to go get a cup of water.

Unten: Why can't I just let go? That's all I want to do. I keep sinking to these new depths... talking to myself, asking Sakeena to make fanfiction about it...

Unten sips the cup of water and glances out the window. He sees Strafe and Sakeena talk to each other. He sighs as he closes the blinds but then hears a strange scuttling noise.

Unten: ...what was that?

Unten opens the door to see Fenne, running with a can of red sauce in her mouth, running rather feral.

Unten: Fenne?

Unten runs towards her. Fenne runs faster.

Unten: Fenne!

Unten trips and falls into a hole. The issue ends in pure black.

Issue 2: Take Her Back

Unten awakes in a sewer tunnel, running water pushing against his head.

Unten: Hello?

A figure with a flame on it's head runs towards him.

Unten: Hi.

Figure: Are you okay?

Unten: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Figure outstretches his hand.

Figure: Name's Litwick.

Unten: Cool.

Unten gets up.

Unten: I'm Unten.

Litwick: Haha, sure you are. Sure you are...

Unten stays silent for a couple seconds.

Unten: Right so... where am I?

Litwick: I dunno. I've been traversing these tunnels forever.

Unten: Great...

Litwick: Well, it only feels like forever.

Unten: Well, I can't have gone far...

Unten starts heading down the tunnels. Litwick looks nervous.

Litwick: I ain't ever gone down there...

Unten: Well, I don't know why you wouldn't, just seems a little darker down there. Which is pretty much remedied by your light...

Litwick: All the spiders come from there.

Unten: Yeah, so what? Just a bunch of spiders.

Litwick: Mmmph...

Unten heads down the path as his path gets dimmer and dimmer as Litwick gets farther and farther away.

Unten: Come on!

Litwick: O-okay...

Litwick takes one step forward.

Unten: Come on.

Litwick: Look, I'm just not going down there!

Unten walks over to him and places his hands on Litwick's shoulders.

Unten: If I have to carry you myself, I will.

Litwick: Look I just-

Unten picks Litwick up and throws him onto his shoulders.

Unten: I gotta get home.

The two have been traveling for a bit. Unten is getting tired. The tunnel is coated with cobwebs.

Unten: Where is... the goddamn ladder out of here?

Litwick: Look, this is a waste of time. We should head back.

Unten: Head back and do what? Stand there?

Litwick: What, do you not like the idea?

Unten: Can't say I'm a fan.

The two hear scuttling noise. A loud shriek reverberates in the tunnel.

Fenne and Litwick head to find Unten as (oo)ber laughs in the darkness, only Litwick able to hear him.

Issue 7: Spewage

Unten and Tweeky walk in the darkness, the ground below them seeming to breathe slowly. He hears absurdly strange breathing in the distance.

Unten: This feels... weird.

Tweeky nods.

Unten: Just gotta... keep going. I want answers. For her sake and mine.

Strange goop trickles past his feet.

Unten: Must be... the Spewage.

Unten shudders as he goes deeper inside.

Unten: Lamile, you in here?

No answer.

Unten: Anyone?

Unten adjusts to the darkness. He can see someone standing, breathing... a bulky blade in their hands, slightly hidden by their coat. Their facial features are bare. Unten can see that their face has been stitched up.

Unten: Who are you?

Silence.

Unten: Look, I'm just asking one question and you can tell me if you want to-

Unten feels extremely sleepy, like his body is made of sand. He falls into a deep sleep.

Unten awakens to see the person in clearer detail. They wear a black coat of sorts, carrying a giant blade of sorts that's roughly the size of Unten.

Unten: I asked who you were.

Person: I'm The Silent One.

Unten: You don't seem so silent.

The Silent One: I haven't spoken an actual word to you right now. What's happening right now is that you're hearing the knowledge I hold phrased in a way that you will comprehend and understand. All I know. Feel free to ask.

Unten: What's the cool sword?

The Silent One: Imperium. He is a blade that has been carried down from generations and generations. He protects me, although I see he is quite interested in you.

Unten: Why would that be?

The Silent One: His thoughts can't be comprehended to even someone like me, I've tried. He seems to like you for, whatever reason that might be.

Unten: Alright, so that's out of the way. What is the Spewage?

The Silent One sits down with her legs folded.

The Silent One: The Spewage was created about 500 years ago by a god of sorts. It gives us life, although we are unsure why. You are a Beorn, we are not. In that case, why do we exist? This is beyond my understanding.

Unten: Huh. If someone was trying to create Beorns...

The Silent One: They're doing a bad job at it. They seem to have no clue what makes a Beorn.

Unten: But who would create Beorns?

The Silent One: I'm not entirely sure. I have never left this underground world.

Unten: Okay... maybe The Threat?

The Silent One: The Threat... seems possible and likely. But not certain.

Unten: I guess that's that. What was wrong with Fenne?

The Silent One: Fenne... Fenne. Well, her body was rejecting the Spewage. I think you've guessed that. Something in her dna wasn't accepting it. Oddly enough... I can detect the same aura on both of you now. Your blood must have... completed her.

Unten: She's a real Beorn?

The Silent One: You're both "real" Beorns for the most part. I don't exactly know if she has the Descension ability which would be a key reason why anyone would be trying to produce a Beorn. If it's that case and they're watching... which they can't as gods can't exactly enter this state of mind... there's a possible huge breakthrough. I implore you, however, to never seriously think about it or discuss it with anyone.

Unten: Why?

The Silent One: The massive amounts of damage one Beorn could do if they were willing to do it... would be absolutely staggering. The entire balance of the universe thrown off. Beorns have forgotten their purpose and for a good reason.

Unten: Noted.

Unten hears laughter in the distance.

Unten: What is that...?

The Silent One: Oober Nightmarecoat. You have to wake up right now.

Unten: I'm trying... hard to do...

Oober Nightmarecoat approaches The Silent One.

Oober Nightmarecoat: Having a little chat, are we? Chatting makes your teeth falls out, a good supplementary topping for a bone slushie but otherwise a bad thing.

The Silent One: WAKE UP!

Oober Nightmarecoat brings one of his spiderlike hands to The Silent One's throat and strangles her.

Unten: NO!

Oober Nightmarecoat transforms into Unten wearing The Silent One's coat, the Silent One transforming into The Threat. The Threat falls to the ground, lifeless as Oober!Unten laughs.

Unten awakens in the Spewage to see The Silent One dead. Something breathes within the walls of the room.

Unten: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Unten debates on whether to take The Silent One's gear.

Unten: I might need it... who knows down here.

Unten takes The Silent One's coat and Imperium reluctantly, knowing it might protect him as he heads into the deeper recesses of the Spewage. It's what the Silent One might have wanted anyway, and it's not like she's using them now.

Unten: Deep breaths into the darkness... deep breaths.

Unten enters in as the panels turn progressively black, ending on a page of absolute darkness.

Issue 8: Out of the Darkness, Into the Light

Unten, holding Imperium unsteadily, heads into the darkest area yet. He wonders where Tweeky has been before he suddenly scurries under Unten's legs.

Unten: Where have you been, you little scamp?

Tweeky burps.

Unten: It's so dark... I can't even tell the difference between closing my eyes and the darkness in this room.

Unten closes his eyes to see the Silent One.

Unten: Nevermind, I can. What are you still doing alive?

The Silent One: I must have... ascended beyond the gods, I guess. I exist only in your mind, when you have questions to my answers.

Unten: Oh sweet, you're not really dead.

The Silent One: I'm actually very much dead.

Unten: Oh.

The Silent One: I see you've taken my coat and Imperium.

Unten: Is that... not cool with you?

The Silent One: No, it's fine.

Unten: Cool.

The Silent One: Looks rather nice on you, actually.

Unten: Thanks. Hey uh... do you know anything about Tweeky?

The Silent One: Tweeky?

Unten: He's yellow and only has a mouth... has a weird tongue with an eyeball on it...

Something emerges from the pit, looking like a combined abomination of The Spewage Beast's body, Lamile's body, and the Silent One's body. It looks at Unten with it's giant rat eyes.

Unten: Tweeky?

Litwick: I knew I wasn't stupid for running from it...

Tweeky roars in his new form, the issue ending with his disgusting tongue looking at the group.

Issue 9: The Leech

Unten, Fenne, Litwick, and Radux start running.

Unten: He's gonna eat us if we don't run fast enough!

The group heads past Chet's home. Chet waves to them but Tweeky grabs him.

Fenne: Chet!

Fenne grabs him, only for his Spewage-based arm to rip off.

Fenne: Chet!!!

Chet closes his eyes, accepting his fate.

Chet: I've been prolonging this painful existence anyway.

Chet is swallowed by Tweeky. The group heads into a utterly dark part of the tunnels as Tweeky continues to morph his body outwards.

Unten: Oh god, so many people are dying... this is all my fault, I brought the Beast out here and Tweeky followed me and-

Radux: Kid, you only brought the end to the inevitable.

Unten: Huh?

Radux: Chet was always on the verge of dying, The Silent One was always gonna meet her fate chasing after that damned thing and so was Lamile. It's DEAD down here. I can't say I'm too happy about it, but it's not your fault really.

Unten sits in silence as Tweeky attempts to get them but can't morph his body any further. He falls back and closes his eyes.

Unten awakens in a black void, sitting across from Boare.

Unten: Boare?

Boare: Hey.

Unten: Uh... huh. I was planning to talk to someone else but I guess you'll do.

Boare: What seems to be the problem?

Unten: We're trapped in tunnels. There's no way out except deeper inside but to be frank... I'm done running.

Boare: Hm.

Unten: Do you think you could help me out? I dunno.

Boare: Unten, there's something very different about you. Nobody would know from a first glance, you look just like all the other Beorns. But you're more than that, you mean power and bravery in times where there isn't any of that. That is what I believe anyway... believe in me, because I believe in you.

Imperium reaches the end of Tweeky. Unten gets pulled over to the other side as Tweeky's multiple eyes watch him.

Fight The Power!

Unten slams into the concrete wall as he gets to the other side. Imperium quickly cuts up the wall in the shape of Unten's head, causing it to break away. A torrent of water pulls Tweeky back from the others.

Unten: This is Beorn Hallow.

Tweeky screams as he's pulled back by the water.

Unten: Leeches aren't welcomed.

Tweeky disappears from view as Imperium returns Unten over to the group.

Radux: Woah.

Unten falls flat on his face as he lands on the ground.

Unten: Still... gotta work on that, I guess.

Fenne: Holy shit man.

Unten: I dunno if we'll see that leech anytime soon, but it's probably not safe for you guys to stay down here.

Fenne: Where do we go then?

Unten points up, showing Fenne the ladder.

Unten: Time to give the surface another chance.

Fenne nods.

Unten returns home, his hands filthy.

Unten: Dunno what I'm gonna do with this... Kind of big to just lug around...

Imperium shrinks to a knife-like size.

Unten: Huh, I guess that works.

Unten places Imperium inside of his coat. He sits back as he gets a phone call.

Unten: Hello?

Fenne: Hey!

Unten sits up.

Unten: Oh, what's up? How did you even get my number? Where are you?

Litwick: That's a lot of questions at once.

Fenne can be heard giggling in the background.

Fenne: We've... learned of another Beorn Hallow of sorts. In England. Me, Litwick, and Radux are gonna investigate. We're in a airport and we got your number through Leah.

Unten: Hm. Wait, another Beorn Hallow?

Fenne: Right.

Unten: Good luck...

Litwick: Thanks. What are you gonna be doing from this point on?

Unten: Ending a war I didn't start.

Unten hangs up. He thought about the sacrifices that he had to endure just to get out of there... how many more would he have to endure to end The Threat? Would he be as bad as her if he did end her? He was scared for the future...

The Threat sits back in a chair, looking at intel her forces have brought in as Nell massages her back.

The Threat: Little lower, if you don't mind.

Nell: Anything for you, Vindy.

The Threat: Hmph.

The Threat rolls her eyes. Suddenly she gets an idea.

The Threat: That will be enough, Nell.

The Threat stands up and forms a diamond with her hands, crafting some kind of crude, dislocated figure.

The Threat: Ibism.

A Sparkling is created before her eyes, seemingly named Ibism. He blinks as he looks around.

The Threat: Heh...

A holographic message of The Fan and The Enemy appear onscreen.

The Fan: Copying our creations, aren't you?

The Threat: He barely looks like a Sparkling to be honest. I think I used the wrong materials. Not that it really matters.

The Enemy: How original, to copy us...

The Threat: Oh shut up. Now I remember why we're at war.

The Fan: I didn't forget.

The Threat: Of course you wouldn't, now would you...

The Threat cackles as she ends the message. Ibism looks around, confused.

3,000 YEARS LATER

Tweeky arrives at a odd planet surface, near a bog. He falls out of a escape pod, his mangled body falls into the bog.

Tweeky: For so long, the image of the blue one calling me leech has been burned into my mind...

Tweeky's body rests into the bog water.

Tweeky: All they have given is me names... I will make my own.

Tweeky grabs a frog that passes by.

Tweeky: The Bogleech.

The issue ends as the newly named Bogleech rests in the bog, waiting for organic beings to come near him.